Nothing else mattered just then. My plan was suddenly back in action.“Hi,” I said.“Hi, Peter. Did you mow the back yard yet?”“Not yet.” Mo...ing the back yard was my Thursday afternoon chore.“Well, you'd better get moving before it gets dark.” She was right. We had a big back yard.“Yeah, I will,” I said. “But first there's something I want to show you.”“What?”“Uh, it's a video.”“Oh, Peter, this isn't another tape from football practice, is it? I really don't have time—”“No, it's not another. Baa..." the little lamb responded, enjoying the attention.Larry moved his hand over the lamb's body, reaching between its legs and massaging the entry to the lamb's womb. He felt dampness there and his erection bobbed and swayed with desire. He pulled the lamb to him and turned it around so he could caress it from behind. The lamb stood still, enjoying the feeling of Larry's caresses. Larry pulled down his jeans and positioned himself at the entrance of the lamb's pussy. He held it tightly and. I met up with Walt my boyfriend and we drove out to Mindan Point to be alone. He was all over me, groping and feeling, trying to make out but I couldn't get into him, I had to think. Every time his hand went under my skirt or over a tit I pushed him away. He got insistent, I got mad. “Take me home goddamn it. If you can't keep your hands under control take me home” I demanded.“Jeezus, what a fucking bitch! First you get me all fucking turned on then don't let me? I'm hard as fucking. “Not quite a year,” he admitted. “Probably wasn’t going to re-up.”With that, Darren pinpointed his biggest problem. While I never had a problem sticking with a project – Peachy Keen books just one example – Darren suffered from a limited attention span. Even though he served a full tour of duty in several God-forsaken places, his military service was the exception. He might even have been clinical A.D.D., but as of now, it didn’t matter. He was about to enjoy good health possibly for the first.